As earlier posts perhaps introduced you to aspects of my spiritual journey, I’ve also shared about Gary Alan Taylor @Holy Heretics and the writings, interviews and thoughts posted there. Great stuff!
This recent post really called to me: https://holyheretics.substack.com/p/the-secret-of-smithfield The Secret of Smithfield – the church of St. Bartholomew in London. Hidden away a bit but beautiful and drawing me in. We’re planning a trip to England this year, spending a short time in London before heading north to York and Lincoln, the Cotswalds and then home. I’m putting this one on my list as a place to visit away from the busy city.

Credit to Jiří Komůrka from his posting of this picture about 2024, found on Google when I went to look at images of St. Bart’s. Thank you, Jiri!
Thank you to Gary who shared about “morphic resonance” and I wrote him a note to share places that I’ve felt this way – Chartres Cathedral, the Basilica of St. Servatius, the prairies of South Dakota, standing on the lands, farms, cemeteries of my Ancestors, the Temple of Dendara in Egypt ….. and more. Places where peace came strongly, emotions welled, and even occasions (at St. Servatius and Chartres) where “synchronistic” choir or evenson happened in what seemed like events just for us. The prairies of South Dakota help to remove my “horizon deficit disorder” from living in tree-enveloped Michigan, so that on the prairies at night, I see the Milky Way without interference or horizon to horizon of the land, the coming of a huge thunderstorm or the gentle lilt of a meadowlark.
You’ve probably felt this too? Places that were so special that you keep wanting to go back or live there or just dwell, even for a moment, to calm your mind and heart into a reality beyond this one (is this reality or just something temporarily created …. I’m working on that one). Let me know in your comments – always good to connect with fellow travelers in this way.
The connection to places, lands that my ancestors lived on, farmed, died on was fed greatly by our trip to Nova Scotia in the fall of 2023. I haven’t yet made time to write about it as I’m still deeply moving through the emotions of being there, finding their former lands, learning about the horror of the Expulsion of them by the English – forcibly sending them away from their beloved Nouveau France or Acadia – to places that weren’t Catholic, didn’t speak French and did not welcome them. A people in exile, trauma and forced separation …. it is painful in ways I didn’t expect. I’ll write about it someday but for how, standing on their lands, the ancient cemeteries, the Dauphin River (now the Annapolis River) – I felt things in my body, my emotions, that I’d never felt before. More later …
But in the meantime, St. Bart’s calls … and I must go. Watch for my future post about the journey there, ok? And let me know the places that call you – ancestrally, spiritually, specially!































